When Hurricane Katrina eased into the Gulf of Mexico and my local agency decided that the Parish I live in was to evacuate, I didn\'t think anything of it. I figured it was going to be another one of those two day vacations that I would get to go on with my children and be home just in time to go to work on Monday. Of course, the evacuation day was a Saturday.\r\n\r\nThe morning started off like any other evacuation day, but instead of it taking me two hours to get to my brother in law\'s house in Lafayette, it took us four hours.\r\n\r\nMy husband works for Shell Oil Company in LaPlace, Louisiana so he had to stay behind.\r\n\r\nBy Sunday afternoon, we knew that it wasn\'t the small, no-nonsense storm we all thought about on Saturday. It was a massive, murderous storm. My husband was given word that he was to leave the chemical plant on Sunday afternoon and it took him a little over ten hours to drive what should have been a two hour drive.\r\n\r\nMy husband came home on Wednesday to check our home and make sure that any neighbors who stayed behind were okay. \r\n\r\nA few weeks later, I came home and began to help my husband pick up the pieces that were left in the wake of the storms winds and rain.\r\n\r\nIt took about three months to get all utility services restored to our home and it has been many years now, but I don\'t think we will soon forget about the terror Katrina left behind.